One of my favorite Saturday activities is window-shopping in Target. I’m pathologically responsible, so I don’t go on real shopping sprees very often, but at least a couple of times a month, I buy an iced latte at Starbucks and walk around Target—stopping to try on shoes I won’t purchase and smell candles I won’t buy. I leave the store knowing I spent only $4 but got all the benefits of some serious retail therapy.
You could call me a passive shopper because I look without any intent to buy. If you think this makes me a worthless shopper, however, you’d be missing my future potential. Because when I need to buy, I’ve already done an incredible amount of homework.